Post by Ephah on Jul 26, 2006 20:52:51 GMT -5
[navy]The dragga moved into the area, his optics taking in the scenery. His fan flicked as he looked around the canyon. Perfect for raising a family. He smiled softly to himself, his lightness over flowing through the terra. He quietly went to his small stream, which rippled with many trout and basses. His visage lowered, the streams plentiful and clean. He grabbed a bass inside his jaws, a rainbow trout. He silently at the sun-kissed fish before leaving it's bones to demolish into the soil.
His pads treaded through lush grass, in which was soft and fresh with dew. The morning sun arose, burning upon his back as he walked. His visage lowered, sitting onto his pads as he laid, his sliming bodice able to carry him the distance. His jaws were as rest, his mind taking a break from it's logicness. Yet, his optics were still opened as he scanned the rusty dirt in the background of his canyon. The outer lands is what he called it. It would soon be for any darks whom join his ranks. His dial rose quickly as he sighted a cotton-tailed blur. His pads were already upon as he held himself back from chasing it. He laid down again, being more realistic this time and circling around himself.
He yawned, jaws parting, revealing fresh crimson upon the stained yellowing ivories. His optics began to sag as he thought about sleep. Oh, how he wished to sleep after the longest journey of his life. His pads were at ease, his optics closing. His nares widened more with sleep as he bodice seemed to be retiring one step at a time. Sleep crept upon the canyon as clouds settled above it, shading him and the grassy areas.[/navy]
His pads treaded through lush grass, in which was soft and fresh with dew. The morning sun arose, burning upon his back as he walked. His visage lowered, sitting onto his pads as he laid, his sliming bodice able to carry him the distance. His jaws were as rest, his mind taking a break from it's logicness. Yet, his optics were still opened as he scanned the rusty dirt in the background of his canyon. The outer lands is what he called it. It would soon be for any darks whom join his ranks. His dial rose quickly as he sighted a cotton-tailed blur. His pads were already upon as he held himself back from chasing it. He laid down again, being more realistic this time and circling around himself.
He yawned, jaws parting, revealing fresh crimson upon the stained yellowing ivories. His optics began to sag as he thought about sleep. Oh, how he wished to sleep after the longest journey of his life. His pads were at ease, his optics closing. His nares widened more with sleep as he bodice seemed to be retiring one step at a time. Sleep crept upon the canyon as clouds settled above it, shading him and the grassy areas.[/navy]